Fragments of Memory
|1||Blue Sky||The sky used to be blue. Even though the one you see now is stained the color of lead... you know it was once a pure, bright blue. It was something you took for granted. But you'll never be able to see that sky again.|
|2||Mother's Hands||You have a memory of warm hands embracing you. They were your mother's. You don't remember her name or face, but you remember that hug. Beyond just that memory, you wish that someday, you could embrace your mother for real.|
|3||Sweet Lips||You remember the touch of soft lips upon yours. You don't remember when it was, or whose lips they were, but you remember that kiss. Would the sisters by your side have lips that sweet?|
|4||Hidden Room||You'd locked yourself inside a cramped room. Outside, someone was wandering around searching for you. They mustn't find you. They mustn't find you. But from the other side of the door, you heard them coming. And then...|
|5||Bloodbath||A metallic scent tickled your nose as you sat alone in a pool of red blood. Body parts were lying around you. You didn't remember whose they were. Nor why you were alone in such a place. Could it be...|
|6||In the Rain||You were standing in the pouring rain. Except for the sound of raindrops, you don't remember anything around you. The rain was dark, but it did not burn you, simply soaked your body and left you shivering. Yet you miss it terribly.|
|7||Loneliness||Everyone kept their distance from you, giggling maliciously. You don't remember what you'd done, why they were laughing at you... but you never want to see eyes like those again. You never want to be abandoned by the companions you have now.|
|8||Smile||A smile from the heart. A smile of true happiness. You don't know whose smile it was... someone important to you, your family, maybe even yourself reflected in the mirror. Yet it keeps returning to your mind.|
|9||Letter||You remember taking a letter out of the mailbox. It had something to do with what you've become now... but you don't remember what the letter said. It must have come from someone important to you. Or maybe...|
|10||Silhoutte||A dark shadow towered over you. It did terrible things to you. The memory makes you want to reach inside your head and tear it away. You despise that shadow. It was the one who brought you back from the dead... there's no doubt about it.|
|11||Flower Garden||A flower garden in full bloom. Were you making a crown of flowers, or just singing while you strolled through?
In that place, where the flowers stretched on forever, you're certain you were happy. Sometimes, you can't help but withdraw into daydreams of it.
|12||Father's Arms||A father's strong arms. The rough feeling of his beard against your face. You remember those arms holding your delicate body closely.
The owner of those arms is surely gone, but you still carry those warm feelings for emotional support.
|13||Blossoming Love||Bittersweet memories of pure love. You're not sure who it was you loved, but that feeling certainly remains, waiting quietly within you. The thought of it still leaves your body shaking with pain.|
|14||Curse||There was a person you could never forgive, so you performed a ceremony charged with your hate. Always, forever, as long as you still woke, you cursed their name. In turn, you cursed yourself just as completely - an eye for an eye.|
|15||Song||You don't know where it came from, but you remember a single song perfectly. It's just a song you whistled or hummed to yourself, but it's very dear to you. Sometimes the lyrics you think you remember change, bit by bit.|
|16||Cake||You gorged yourself on sweet, sweet cake. Fluffy sponge cake, with melting cream and brightly-colored fruit. There's none of that left in this world, though. If you found some, could your tongue even taste it?|
|17||Flames||Brightly blazing flames engulfed your surroundings. In that flickering wave of heat, you felt more intoxicated than frightened. You want to feel those flames, that intoxication, one more time. Unfortunately, this is a world where even flammable things are scarce...|
|18||Cut||While doing housework, you cried and panicked at the smallest cut, every time you pricked your finger on a needle or a knife. To the you of today, who can even be torn to shreds, that sort of scratch means very little...|
|19||White Room||A white room. Medication, needles, people clad all in white. Were those emaciated limbs really yours? You couldn't move them then, but now that you're dead...|
|20||Black House||The eerie silhouette of a ruined black mansion sometimes comes to mind. You remember curiosity pushing you to enter the house, though you knew you shouldn't. But what happened after that... you can't recall.|
|21||Chains||Locked behind iron bars, chained to a hard bed. Every day was misery. You were a butterfly with your wings plucked off. You're still chained to somebody, even now that you're dead. Even if you seem to be free, you're a puppet. How long are you fated to dance on these strings?|
|22||Starry Sky||You watched the moon and stars in the sky. Back then, you thought the night sky was beautiful – now it's just... darkness. The eyes of the dead see pain and sadness clearer than anything else.|
|23||Girl||There was one other girl beside you. You've forgotten her name, her face, even how you knew her.
But you could never forget her smile. You loved her. You loved the dear friend who showed you that smile.
|24||Treasure||There was one object you treasured more than anything. What exactly was that item? Could it be one of the treasures you carry now?You and it are surely bound together by fate.|
|25||Funeral Service||Who was it that died? Everybody is crying, mourning, inconsolable. What about you? The face in the memorial photograph that used to loom large in your memory has faded, but it was certainly a funeral for someone important to you.|
|26||Party||All your friends and family gathered for a wonderfully fun party. You're certain that was one of your happiest times.Recalling that happiness now only torments you.|
|27||New Life||You're certain that a new life once dwelled within you. A life that shouldn't have been, though it filled you with maternal emotions. But weren't you just a girl? Could it be that your brain simply remembers viewing such a thing from the outside?|
|28||Pet Dog||It wasn't a person, but was precious family to you all the same. You remember its barks, its breathing, the feeling of its tongue and fur, even its name. All of those still remain, untouched, in your mind.|
|29||Wings||You were high, high in the sky, looking down on the world below you, though you can't remember the scenery too well. You were definitely flying through that sky. What's happened since then? Can you fly now?|
|30||Everyday Life||Your daily routine was a bit plain and tedious, yes, but you wouldn't want to change those happy times. You believed that life would surely last forever... but this body and this world don't match those days at all, do they?|
|31||Thrown Away||You were broken, abandoned, and buried. You screamed, raged, and cursed the outrageous unfairness of it all. But in the future, things would be different. Surely, after all this... surely your hopes will... there's no way...|
|32||Apology||You hurt someone important to you and never got to say a single word in apology. You're dead, but still exist here, so surely that person does too. You still need to apologize to that person. You have to.|
|33||Monetary Greed||Wondrous magical pieces of paper... with them, you could obtain anything you wanted. You remember what they were called... "Money." You used to collect those pieces of paper by any means necessary. A person's worth could be measured in how many they held. They must still be somewhere in this world, right?|
|34||Death||A life ended before your eyes. You don't remember how, but that life belonged to someone dearly important to you. Now, you've died, too, but you're still walking around. Could the same thing have happened to that person?|
|35||Birthplace||The sights of your hometown, the place where you were born, grew, and played. There's no longer any such place, except in your mind. But you'd never forget the scenery of that, your safest, most important place...|
|36||Wish||You had an unfulfilled dream. Could that wish ever come true? It hurts your heart to think of it now. You don't know why, there's certainly no excuse, but... you can't even remember that wish.|
|37||Water||You were immersed in pure, clean water. Were you swimming? Did you plunge in to your death?
Whichever the case, you remember the experience fondly, and being soaked brings that happiness back.
|38||Knitting||You were knitting something. Who was it for? What were you knitting? A muffler? Gloves? A sweater...? Your fingers still remember how to knit. If you had wool and needles, even now, you should be able to knit something...|
|39||Gratitude||There was a kind person you owe a debt of gratitude to. You never managed to thank them like you should have... when you meet again, the first thing you'll do is say those words. Oh, but... just who was that person? What sort of person were they?|
|40||Fragrance of Soil||You enjoyed caring for flowers. Transplanting them, fertilizing them, watering them... Everything to do with gardening, really.You spent your life secluded with the fragrance of soil and flowering plants... but the flowers you remember no longer exist in this world.|
|41||God||There was a being who you offered up prayers to. You believed that praying would bring you happiness. Are you happy as you are now? If you're not happy, perhaps you just didn't pray enough.|
|42||Classroom||Blackboards, chairs, desks... everyone sat there, playing, talking, and studying. You want to return to that room. You wonder where everyone else went... and where you are.|
|43||Futon||Dozing on a futon in the morning sun. All the happiness you needed was right there, in your memories of a warm futon. But this world has long since woken you up.|
|44||Dresser||Your face reflected in the mirror, doing your best to be pretty. Using lipstick for the first time, changing your hairstyles, applying makeup... Oh, but now you've got the face of a corpse. Can this doll's face ever be a substitute?|
|45||Operating Table||Tied to an operating table, your eyes wide open in fear. Your mouth gagged – you can't even scream.
Blood-drenched doctors draw ever closer. Shining scalpels inch closer and closer to your skin, your skin–!
|46||Stalker||Something was shadowing you. Strange little phenomena piled up over time, and you'd often wake up horribly panicked. Who or what was following you, you never knew, but... there, outside the window, outside..!|
|47||Envy||Envy. Envy. Why is everyone smiling, even though you were that unhappy? They must be happy.
Envy. Envy. More than all else, you're jealous of your own self, back when you were still happy.
|48||Hikikomori||The world outside was too frightening. Everyone there could only hurt you. So you locked yourself away in a little room. You never needed to leave. Nevertheless... you were dragged out. Of course, the outside world is still too scary. You just want to go home to your room.|
|49||Shower||A nozzle that poured nice hot water over you. Humming while you bathed. The scent of soap. You want to feel those things again. But when you try to bathe now, parts of your body start to collapse, and all you can do is sigh and reminisce.|
|50||Gunshot||Out of nowhere, you heard an explosive sound. The inside of your chest felt hot. You turned around right away, and you... don't remember what happened next. Sounds like that are part of daily life now.|
|51||Library||Books arranged in well-organized lines. Rows and rows of titles. Reading for pleasure and learning for pleasure. The knowledge you found there was everything to you. Shut tight in that quiet palce, that's where you belong.|
|52||Mask||You were a liar. Nobody truly trusted you, and you would never trust them. Can you rely on any of your sisters today? You know it's absolutely necessary to trust somebody, somewhere. Even so, you...|
|53||All Alone||You were lonely all the time, and wished for friends. Somewhere in this whole rotten world, there must be a friend you can confide in. There must be at least one wonderful thing about this time.|
|54||Musical Performance||You played an instrument every day. You don't have it anymore, and don't remember the names of the songs you used to know. You can still hum some of them, though, and if that instrument still existed, you're sure your fingers would remember how to play.|
|55||Snow||Cold, white, airy fragments. You remember days when they fell from the sky and covered everything in pure white. All that falls in this world is black ash. Will there ever be a day when the snow falls again?|
|56||Sports||You loved to move your body. Even in desperate conflicts, you may just be happy for the chance to exercise. But this body never tires, feels pain, or grows at all. How are you supposed to use it now?|
|57||Twin||Your body was half of a whole. Another child who shared your face was born on the same day as you.
There was a mysterious bond between the two of you - somehow, you always knew what the other was doing. That's why, even in this world, you know the other half of you is out there somewhere.
|58||Caged Bird||A poor little bird, trapped behind bars. You let that caged bird go. Now, you're just like that bird, imprisoned in a body that can never die. Someday, will someone have pity and set you free?|
|59||Doll||A cute doll fell over and broke. Its limbs were ripped off, bent in bizarre directions. What a pitiful memory. Oh, but when you think of it now... you're just like that pathetic broken doll, aren't you?|
|60||The View from the Window||Memories of quietly gazing out through the window. What was it that you watched, again? Whatever it was, it was always a beautiful view, and you yearned to go outside into it. At the very least, you know it wasn't this place.|
|61||Fortune-Telling||You remember predictions of good fortune. Someone promised you good luck. Those words told you that your luck would surely make you happy. That might have been nothing but a childish game, but those precious words still support you now.|
|62||Holding Hands||Holding hands with somebody. You don't remember who that was - only the sense of security it brought. If you could feel relief by touching that hand, maybe you can find it again with one of your companions now. Perhaps you can feel that warmth again, even in cold, clammy hands.|
|63||Starvation||A memory of constant, aching hunger in a time when you weren't able to eat. Your stomach withered. You longed to bite, to chew. IwanttoeatIwanttoeatIwanttoeat. That's right, back then... even your own hand would do...|
|64||Humiliation||Recurring memories of being humiliated and disgraced. They shredded your pride. You played along, but even so... All you remember clearly is the feeling of your skin crawling and the sense of overwhelming anxiety. If you were resurrected in this world, then surely, people like them were too.|
|65||Cute Clothes||A cute outfit you wore in your memories. Your face is unclear - just those clothes reflected in the mirror. One day, your heart was throbbing. You had to display them to somebody... but to who? And where are those clothes now?|
|66||Cooking||You made meals. Cutting vegetables, stirring a pot, cracking eggs, stir-frying meat. At first, you couldn't really make anything, but gradually, you became much better.You can't remember the taste of any of those dishes, though. Was what you made really that delicious?|
|67||Bully||When you got irritated, when you felt like it, you harassed weaker people. That's right- you had friends. And you would all surround that weakling and play with them. Kicking, pulling hair, putting things on their head... that sure was fun.|
|68||Painting||There was a picture you'd started to paint. Everyone praised you as you made it. It was wonderful. Magnificent. But you've already forgotten just what kind of painting it was...|
|69||Lust||The flames of desire burning inside of you. Your entire body flushed with heat, longing for the pleasures of love. It still aches in your mind, sometimes. Can your dead body ever satisfy those desires?|
|70||The Living Dead||There it was. It turned to pursue you. You ran, screaming, desperately searching for an escape, but were torn to pieces alive by the hands of a living corpse. How pitiful. That's right. The thing from back then, the thing that ravaged your body so, was surely one of the Undead.|
|71||Dozing||A cozy nap. You need to wake up, but don't want to get out from the futon. The morning sun is leaking through the window. Birds are singing. Those were the sensations of awakening from sleep. But not in this world...|
|72||Conversation||You remember a relaxed conversation with a friend. You talked about fashion, the weather, the people you liked, disliked, and loved... Whenever you have a good chat now, you remember that talk, and tears of envy start to fall.|
|73||The Dead Rise||You were grieving over someone's death. They died right before your eyes, though you can't remember who it was. But then... their corpse started moving again. You, who thought that that person revived, were attacked by their nails and teeth.|
|74||Game||Day in and day out, you played the same game. What sort of game? Why were you playing it? You don't remember. All you remember is your unbroken gaze at the screen, and how you regretted every time you left that room, even to sleep.|
|75||Sold||Something was sold. What was it - blood, or hair, or organs? Or small buds or petals? You sold it to somebody who was very happy with it. You have the money for... what was it, again?|
|76||Study||You have to study and get good grades. You have to show everyone that you excel. If you don't... Well, what redeeming qualities would you have? You're not sure. There must have been some, right?|
|77||Happy Times||Ah, happiness. Such fun, happy days. You were afraid that happiness might end someday. It seems now like those times could have been nothing but a pleasant dream. The memories inside you now are just like dreams. But... how can you tell where they meet?|
|78||Burial||Heaps of earth are falling down around you. The soil covering your limbs is cold, and then lukewarm, and even though you're conscious, the dirt keeps coming down. You can't move your body, or even your face. You are plunging beneath the earth.|
|79||Shopping||Holding various things in your hands. Gazing into display windows. Checking the contents of your purse, over and over. Shopping sure was fun. You wonder who you were with, that time – who shared that happy day with you.|
|80||Amusement Park||Were you there with family? Friends? Someone you loved? The noisy amusement park in that wonderful memory was like another world. Colorful rides. Crowds of happy people. Where is that place now? Is there any trace of it left?|
|81||Tea Party||Birds chirping, a beautiful garden, white chairs and a white table. Black tea poured from a teapot. Sweet-smelling cookies. Enjoyable friendly chats. Sweet memories from that time you lived as a young girl. It's those memories that allow you to continue on as a young girl.|
|82||Secret||You had a horrible, shameful secret, one you could never share with anybody, one that must never be known. Oh, but... you've forgotten what it was. Is there somebody else who still knows it?|
|83||Flowerbed||You tended to a flowerbed – fertilized it, watered it, protected it from pests, so that beautiful flowers could grow there, and you could watch them blossom. You spent a long time working hard for that goal, but... the rest seems to have been washed from your memory. How is that flowerbed faring today?|
|84||Ghost||You remember an encounter with something inexplicable. Strange sounds. An otherworldly light, casting bizarre shadows. It terrified you then... but now it just seems like a pleasant fairy tale. After all, now you're the very same kind of being you were frightened of.|
|85||Refuge||Was it an attic? A closet? A dresser? Wherever it was, you were creating your own tiny world inside. You locked yourself away in that world just for you. Will you need another refuge like that here?|
|86||Separation||There's somebody you must meet again – a treasured person you were separated from. You don't remember them well, but you're certain you would if you found them again. If only that person still exists, you won't forget them...|
|87||Story||You remember writing a few of your own stories – were you a novelist or a poet? Will you ever write another story? Perhaps even the story of your own life? Maybe if you read that, you could recall everything about yourself.|
|88||Big Brother||You had a kind older brother. You always fawned on him. Admired him. To you, he was more important than anyone else. The ideal person. And you can't even remember his name. Even though you think you'd recognize him if you met up with him...|
|89||Lost Child||You were completely lost, all on your own. You didn't understand what was happening – you just stumbled through that unfamiliar place, crying. All you saw was darkness. On and on you wandered – nothing but strangers. Still, that time, there was one kind person...|
|90||Beach||Crashing waves. An expanse of white sand. A sea that stretched out endlessly. Now and then, fish leapt up from beneath its surface. That sea still exists in your memories. It must be somewhere in the world. Is the ocean still as full of life as it used to be?|
|91||War||You ran, fleeing the war. You didn't want to accept reality, and you saw the shell flying at you as a bird. You reached your hand out to that bird...|
|92||Handling a Corpse||Someone important to you died. No, that's not right - they're only sleeping. You just had to wake them up. After all, you woke up even though you were dead, so they must still be sleeping out there somewhere.|
|93||Medicine||You've got to take it. You've got to take that medicine, or you'll break. You'll break. Your body will fall apart. Your mind will shatter. Hurry. Hurry and take it faster. You've got to find it now. If you don't, if, if, ififififififififif–|
|94||Insects||That's right. You hated them. You hated the insects that skittered or flitted about. Your hatred for those creatures was overpowering. Those disgusting, cursed creatures. So you spent your time in rooms where they could never reach you. But now...|
|95||A Visit from Death||You can't recall their name or face, but someone precious to you died. Their death was incredibly painful, and the loss left a gaping hole in your heart. But now that you've died and been resurrected, you're glad that person had a chance to die properly, unlike you.|
|96||Lie||You told a lie. What lie, you can't recall... but you tricked somebody, and you're sure that they died because of it. Is that person still deceived now? If you could only meet them, if you could tell the truth...|
|97||The World After Death||You died, and at that moment, you saw a world different from this one. You're certain of it. Then something dragged you forcibly back here. But if a person dies in this world, you're sure they'll go to that reality.|
|98||Angel of Slaughter||You were trained to kill people. Without any questions, you murdered countless others, and were praised only for your work. You now live in a world where you can never die. A world where you can keep killing forever. Perhaps if you keep killing, more and more and more, you'll be praised again.|
|99||Necromancer||You remember a few sparse details about "them," the person who made you this way. Do you feel grateful, I wonder? Even though you're clearly just a toy to them?|
|100||The Last War||You have a bystander's knowledge of humanity's last days. From what perspective?
However faintly... you remember those terrible events. Just how foolish and tragic were they?